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Your organs my organsthey know how to loveliver spoons heart spoonsa pair of brains that hide under the covers so what we aren’t well-dressed out in the world I don’t likehow the coyotes in your stories go forgirls in headlamps and mallardsa shut kitchen door. I believeDo Not Enter signs are calming

Only you can comeinto the ragged circle ofmy deep freeze I'm thawing can youhear the drip drip sound?

I am the corpse of a dead virginlying under the village of a man I don’t knowTogether we feel like my ancestors running for ports and ships to borders they had tosell anything: songs a soft ass breastswedding rings everything to cross thewaters into oblivion they closed their eyes

No one warned them thatnew trespasses are like fleshy territoriesa new body over an old one or like yoursover mine a passage of North and Eastwasp and gypsy we come togetherover rocky seas and settle wildlylike orphans and seamen we fallinto a soft down bed calm for a whileoblivious of how far back we go